The scary poem

A hall of closed doors
The terror of the floor...
Signing perhaps the wick'd unknown.

Like a casket, shut
Leaves nothing but
This nameless fear to own.

So many, it's true
Could one be even you?
A ghastly shadow comes between
The earth and one so dear

Quick! Dive under the covers and wait til morn
But even now a new closed door is born
And with a knowing glint
the dark does leer.

~By me.

Well there it is. Hopefully you can tell what I mean.